Here
there is no need for remorse
No need for regrets
There is no punishment
No guilt
No fear
No funeral procession
Only celebration
at the return of the prodigal daughter
gone too long from the bosom of the weeping mother
Here
there is only fulness
Only beauty
Each petal of every tree turned to embrace the sun
When the heart returns
there is no talk of worthiness
No talk of sacrifice
No path to choose
No wrong turn
No proof of purchase
There is only
Music
and dancing
Laughter
and poetry
Let the heart sing
Each note a compass to your eternity
I'm coming home
I'm coming home to you.
Monday, August 10, 2009
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